Sunday, August 6, 2017

journeys into Saturday

This Saturday Helen wanted to go to the Milton Markets which are supposed to be on the first Saturday of the month ... but evidently were not.

So we sidled down the street and came upon this magical voyage, perhaps a street view of my last brain MRI.

an extraordinary house, extraordinary minds, in a quiet heritage town.

And then we went for the beach, but of course diverted and stumbled upon...

A friendly person passing by said the mosaics and the wall had faded a bit in 15 years, she thought the gal who lived there, who did them, was a kind of environmental gal.

They fade well.

In taking a photo of the friendly person passing by I was of course taking a photo of the dry stone and tile decorations outside another adjacent house Below.

to enlarge all pictures, click on one

We found two beaches, actually of course many more, but went to two.

I had left my camera at home, these are with android phone. Dialogue between phone and this MacBook is impossible, and impossible so far to get movies that have been gobbled by google spaceship.

I did succeed in shifting all google stolen photos from google photos to google drive, not too hard, then downloaded to the Mac from Drive and with Drive deleted from both Photos and Drive. But as I write this I have a suspicion my phone is chatting with Google Photos and uploading again.

That's a long way of saying I can't show you film but here are some photos, of Dolphin Point Beach After a moment of human geometry at the hardware:

this (in 2017) is a new blog...

The word 'cephalophoria' suggested itself to me, is my own invention, as meaning "love of free mindedness". St Denis, my name saint who apparently could not spell, probably a common enough thing in the third century CE, was a cepalophore. That is a member of a small group of christian saints who somewhat prior to the manner of M Python, carried on doing what they were doing after their heads were cut off. Much impressing ladies for a bit, see here and below, St Denis on the wall of Notre Dame de Paris heading out of town after an encounter with the unwilling.

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I have worked through a number of blogs since 2000. I have had some eight domain names registered for different projects, of which only 'A Place of Info' remains. It resides in a storage space at ipower.com, on an internet superhighway in the USA. That storage space contains legacy folders of such projects previously 'live' with their own domain names. Here are two of them:

St Denis de Paris

A case of severe independent-mindedness - a cephalophore - heading out of Paris still preaching to closely admiring women, after an encounter with the unwilling circa 250CE. (image borrowed from Cool Stuff in Paris of Manning Leonard Krull, click on photo.)